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Tong Le couldn't help but want to slap Hou Yi in the face for his nonsensical chatter. If Hou Yi dared to claim he was the best, no one would dare to say they were the first.
But in the next moment, Tong Le felt something was off. Logically, Zhou Feng should know her; even if time had made him forget, it shouldn't be so complete. She remembered Dao Wen always mentioning her in front of Zhou Feng.
Yet now, there was an unfamiliarity that was palpable without words. When Tong Le looked at Zhou Feng, a wave of emotions surged within her, making her hesitant to approach. Zhou Feng exuded a strong aura of hostility; though he appeared upright, there was an oppressive feeling about him.
Zhou Feng greeted her first, and Tong Le followed suit. Using the local language, he gestured towards Hou Yi, indicating that Tong Le was also Chinese.
Hou Yi nodded in agreement, and Zhou Feng took the opportunity to invite them both inside for tea.
Tong Le certainly didn't dare to go. Before coming here, she had already thought about how to confront Zhou Feng, but now the atmosphere felt completely wrong, and the situation was entirely different.
Gathering her courage, Tong Le spoke up, "You don't remember me? I'm Tong Le, Dao Wen's best friend. Dao Wen?"
Zhou Feng furrowed his brow. "Do I know you?"
In that brief silence, Tong Le seemed to understand why Zhou Feng had died and why someone who had already passed could appear here. She realized why two people who once loved each other could end up so far apart.
Zhou Feng didn't remember Dao Wen; he had lost his memories of the past.
Before her, Zhou Feng pulled out his phone and opened a photo to show Tong Le. The picture featured none other than Dao Wen herself.
Pointing at the smiling Dao Wen in the photo, Zhou Feng asked Tong Le who the woman was. Since she knew him, she must also know the woman in the picture. Why did this woman appear on his phone? Was she an old lover or a family member?
Zhou Feng explained that when he suffered serious injuries on the battlefield, it was his current wife who saved his life. However, when he recovered and woke up, most of the data on his phone had been lost except for this wallpaper photo.
He said that whenever he met a Chinese person, he would ask them if they recognized the woman in the photo because he wanted to know about his past and discover who he really was.
Beside them, Hou Yi suddenly understood as well; it was then that he realized the truth. No wonder when he first met Zhou Feng, he kept showing him that photo. At that time, with war raging around them, he hadn't clearly understood what Zhou Feng was saying due to the language barrier; he had thought Zhou Feng was just boasting about how beautiful his woman was.
Hou Yi scoffed; she wasn't that impressive—he thought Tong Le was more attractive.
Tong Le struggled to process all this information: Zhou Feng had amnesia and had been saved by his later wife before marrying and having children. Over those long years, Zhou Feng had come to see this place as home, mastering its language and social networks while getting accustomed to everything here.
The undercover plot from movies hadn’t played out; reality wasn’t as beautiful as fiction—miracles didn’t happen.
But something needed to be done.
Turning to Hou Yi, Tong Le asked, "Can you invite him out tonight? I don’t know if Dao Wen will meet him again, so I can only ask you to extend the invitation on my behalf."
Hou Yi readily agreed and immediately relayed this to Zhou Feng.
Zhou Feng accepted the invitation, and not long after that, Tong Le and Hou Yi left the area together.
The two of them walked towards the exit, one in front of the other.
Hou Yi said leisurely, "Dao Wen should have given up by now, right? He’s already forgotten about it. Besides, his current wife is his savior. Even if you force him to regain his memory, I doubt he would return home. Do you know how much influence he has here?"
Tong Le stopped in her tracks, the blazing sun overhead made it hard for her to fully open her eyes. "Right, I forgot to ask you earlier. What does Zhou Feng Xian do here? And what’s this park all about?"
Hou Yi didn’t elaborate too much; after all, Tong Le wouldn’t remember or understand much anyway. It might even scare her, and then she would label him as someone who makes money through shady means, which would only complicate things further.
He kept it brief. "Zhou Feng Xian’s wife is the daughter of Brother Hei, the most powerful figure in the area. This entire region belongs to their family, including many commercial supply chains in this city."
Tong Le's expression turned tense. "Is it a gang? The kind that kills and deals drugs?"
The more she spoke, the less confident she sounded.
Hou Yi shook his head. "It’s not that exaggerated. What kind of society are we in? Killing and arson? Here, it's just frequent conflicts; as long as it doesn't involve sensitive areas, there aren't any major issues. You can think of it this way: Zhou Feng has become a son-in-law and married the daughter of a wealthy businessman, enjoying endless riches and glory from now on. So I say, Zhou Feng won’t go back with you; it’s too good here—powerful, wealthy, and influential. Brother Hei has only one daughter, so Zhou Feng must be the heir here."
Tong Le looked puzzled. "How do you know all this in such detail?"
Hou Yi lit a cigarette. "For you! I did some digging for your sake. Do you think I'm just some nosy person? I only just found out about this myself when he helped me get some goods earlier. I had no idea this kid had such a strong backing. I guess Brother Hei intends for him to take over the family business; that’s why he’s been running around getting familiar with the operations."
Tong Le gasped; although the weather was hot, her heart felt cold.
She started losing confidence. "If that's the case, do you think it's still necessary for Dao Wen to meet Zhou Feng? It seems like there’s no point anymore."
Hou Yi smiled and said, "It is necessary; otherwise, what was the point of coming here? Meeting once will help Dao Wen let go. As for Zhou Feng's family, they can sort that out themselves. After all, forcing someone who has forgotten their past to stay close is meaningless; it’s better to treat him as if he’s already dead and let him live his own life."
Tong Le sighed silently, feeling troubled by the situation.
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